What is 90 minutes of unpaid time to birth an easier labor for the day? So was my innocent thought. The embryo of innocence, unknowing what life held in waiting, drew my eyes to the sun kissed gift as I scurried to work’s door.  As the travail of the day’s labor groaned to deliver hope, love, and trust, the image and Rumi’s word returned with each harried breath. At day’s end, like a mother, the trial of labor is soft. I giggled to myself, heaven knows the Sweet Hands of Life have borne even more raising me. And still….look how soft!

Come morning
I will kneel by your side and feed you.
I will so gently
Spread open your mouth
And let you taste something of my
Sacred mind and life. ~”The Gift: Poems by Hafiz translated by Daniel Ladinsky